I can not believe… you can have a wonderful weekend and have it all ruined at the very last by spending your Sunday evening watching… Casino Royale.

Yes: this was the Bond film to bring us back to Bond, a tough, rugged, bulky, fabulous Bond who doesn’t make you think of exfoliator and mascara (no offence, Pierce, but it just didn’t work). And it was wonderful throughout most of the 2-or-so hours; easy killing, great dialogue with M, and of course I loved both quips about the Martini orders. The villain is not trying to take over the world but a rather after a more credible pursuit of financing terrorism, and the poker game is true suspense.

And then… and then… he goes and… FALLS IN LOVE??? BOND?? Am I on planet Every-film-is-a-Meg-Ryan-film all of a sudden?

I do NOT watch Bond to see love stories! Was this Ian Fleming’s vision? Is this what we want in our absurd and non-believable heroes? No! I want good one-liners, I want choreographed fight and flight scenes, I want big explosions and fast seductions.

And then, to add insult to injury… HE gets tortured for his government… SHE betrays her government and yet HE still “loves” her and we are supposed to somehow sympathise??

Pathetic, and a high dissappointment. Otherwise the film was even good enough for me to forgive the ommissions of both MoneyPenny and Q, so too bad.

Lugaaaano, 5 days in the not-quite-but-oh-whatever-motherland. The day I left Mater was taking out all her summer clothes.. that's how nice it was. I did an unacceptable amount of shopping and ate gnam gnam food and relaxed and that is all I have to say about that at the moment.

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